#white ferrari by frank ocean

[residentrookie]

when coldplay said "i'll always look out for you, it's just something i do" and frank ocean said "i care for you still and i will forever" and hozier said "do you know i could break beneath the weight of the goodness love i still carry for you" and jeff buckley said "she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever"

[unrelentingrambling]

SONG OF THE DAY (18.04.2024)

WHITE FERRARI BY FRANK OCEAN

favourite lyrics:

i'm sure we're taller in another dimension you say we're small and not worth the mention

[nanaba]

i care for you still and i will forever (that was my part of the deal)

[myfakeplasticlove13]



The love will stay even if you don’t

[oodnam]

bad luck to talk on these rides

[purevibesworld]

[esoteric44ngel]

[choco-lips]

˙ 𐙚 . ꒷ bᥲd ͟ᥣ͟ᥙ͟ᥴ͟k͟ to talk 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 rides. 🚖

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Frank Ocean Photographed by Nabil Elderkin for Oyster Magazine (2013).

[pepsiluvr0209]

White Ferrari

First imagine yay!

WARNINGS: Angst, mentions of blood and hospital tubes etc, low-key sad

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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"Bad luck to talk, on these rides."

Your head gently laid against the cool window of Matt's minivan, the sunlight hitting your face, reflecting against your hair.

Matt looked over at you and smiled, completely entranced by you. You thought he looked so good. One arm on the wheel and one on the gear stick, looking into the rear-view every now and again.

Looking at him, you adjust your elbow to lean on the side of the car door, resting your head in your palms. "How much longer?"

"Soon baby." Matt replied reassuringly, switching into gear before moving his tattooed arm to your thigh, softly rubbing it. Matt couldn't stop looking at you. He thought you looked particularly pretty today and quite frankly could barely keep his eyes to himself.

"I can't wait to see Central." You smiled at him.

"I know, I have so much to show you, I just know you're gonna love it." He said, facing you with a giddy grin.

'Ladders' By Mac Miller came up on your shared playlist and you instantly reached over to put the music louder.

You both started laughing and singing along, zooming along the seemingly empty highway. Brows furrowing, your once loud words trailed off in the distance, making Matt look over at you.

"Matt..." You squinted, seeing something in the distance, your eyes widening seeing it has no intention of stopping.

"Hmm?" He mumbled, still admiring you.

"Matt, keep your eyes on the road. Matt!"

He turned his head quickly, only to find a blazing sports car coming towards you head on. With the speed you guys were going, attempting to quickly swerve to the left only led to the car speeding into the side of his van.

The side you were sitting in.

"Mind on the road, Your dilated eyes.

Watch the clouds float."

A pounding head, three broken ribs, a punctured lung and a severe concussion but all he could think of is you.

"Hey." Matt said, looking at you. He started attempting to unbuckle himself, harshly landing on an array of broken glass and disrupted gravel. "Baby? Are you okay?" His voice was raspy and he was attempting to crawl his way to your lifeless body, hanging sideways in your seat.

Trying to sit up, Matt gently placed his arm under your head and unbuckled the torn seat belt with the same amount of care. His whole body was shaking, to the point where he couldn't even feel the raging, bleeding burns on his back. You were his number one priority.

He adjusted your body to rest on your lap. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." He repeated in your neck. "Please be okay." His neck went up to look down on you, gently grabbing your bloodied jaw. "Please, I'm sorry." He cried out more strongly. "Oh sweetheart." He sobbed going back into your neck and cradling your body. It was so cold.

Matt didn't know how long he stayed there, holding you and waiting for you to come out of whatever trance you were in. The red and blue in his peripheral didn't even phase him, encased with you in his minivan. Part of him couldn't even wrap his head around it. That you were hurt. Matt already decided in his head that you were just sleeping the pain away, and that tomorrow you would be as good as new, and you could go to Central together.

But something told him you were far, far, far away from okay.

"I didn't care, to state the plain.

Kept my mouth closed."

"Internal bleeding, bruised potentially broken-"

"Male, 20 years, Caucasian-"

"Send him to the x-ray machine now!"

Everything was crossing over each other as doctors and nurses pushed him around quickly on a red-stained gurney. Matt groaned at the bright lights, blinding his sunken blue eyes.

He turned his head, trying to make eye-contact with you, but with no avail. "Wh-what's wrong with her?' The surgeons ignored him, frantically discussing with their partners. "I said, 'What's wrong with her!?' Matt started trying to get up, breaking off IVs and random tubes pricking his arms.

"Restrain him!" Suddenly a wave of medical professionals towered over him, pinning him down.

"No, no, no, no." He sobbed. "Is she okay? Please." He cried making eye contact with a nurse pinning his arm down. She just looked at him sympathetically before re-inserting his tubes. "Please, this is all my fault." No one answered.

"Prepare anaesthesia." A voice came from in front of him.

"No, wait, I have to see that she's okay-" Matt tried to wiggle out of the doctor's grasp, only making them hold him down tighter. "Wait, wait, no-"

"That's just a slow body.

You left when I forgot to speak."

"Can I go see her now?"

Three days. At this point Matt didn't care what they did with his body, he only cared about you. They put him on a tube to feed him, because he refused to eat. Gave him pills because he couldn't sleep.

"They're just running some final tests." A nurse said, adjusting his monitor.

"Is she okay?" His voice was gravely and strained from yelling out for you. Even medication couldn't stop his dreams leading to your lifeless body.

Instead of answering him, the woman looked down at her clipboard checking off numerous things. "Your allowed family visito-"

"God, I don't care! I want to see her."

The nurse left.

Around 2 hours later a man clad in a suit came up to him and sat in the chair next to Matt's bed.

"How... well, would you say, you know y/n."

"Very well." Matt's voice cracked. "We've been dating for 4 years."

"I see." The man looks down at his hands. "Your her emergency contact, you know that?"

Matt shook his head. "Why are you here? Is she okay? Are you freaks finally gonna give me an answer?"

The man sighed and looked up at him through his gold rimmed glasses. "It's not looking well."

Matt just blankly stared at him. "You're pathetic."

"Yeah, well, she's hanging on by the thinnest thread we've ever seen. I'm going to give it to you straight. She's got three days max."

Matt's heart monitor started beeping rapidly. "What do you mean... three days left?" He gulped.

"Metal shards impaled her abdomen causing severe internal bleeding, I mean we are so lucky she got the urgent care she needed when she did. Top that with a fractured neck, ribs shattered beyond compare. There's not much we can do.... Look I'm sorry, but you can visit her."

"N-now?"

"Yeah c'mon up." Matt slowly swung his legs to one side of the bed, away from the man so he couldn't see the aching pain in his face and the piercing sounds of his heart snapping in all different places. Doctors helped him stand up and grab his IV, assisting him with walking, despite his protests.

Matt stood outside your door, knowing he could never be prepared for the amount of pain he's about to see you in.

"Well..." The man in the suit said. Matt took a deep inhale and softly opened your door.

And there you were. Bruised and slightly bloody. Tubes coming in and out of every end of your poor pale body. Matt felt faint and almost fell to his knees if it wasn't for the medical professionals holding him up.

"My sweetheart." He cried out, kneeling on the edge of your bed and grabbing your hand, softly kissing it, the cold skin burning his lips.

"She's just resting now, but she'll be awake in about 30 minutes."

Matt struggled to even get the words out. "So she's like... conscious?"

"Yeah." A tear fell down Matt's sickly face. "She's just in a lot of pain."

"Stick by me, close by me

You were fine."

Around an hour passed and Matt was staring at your face intently, crying every now and again at your fragile state. He wanted to so badly, see you smile again and hear you laugh. But you were gonna die, and he's the only one here with you.

"M-matt?" You voice was small, tiny even. Ridges and croaks with every letter but it was just enough for Matt to burst into tears. "Hey don't cry." Your weak hand moved to his soft hair, lightly scratching at his scalp in an attempt to calm him down. It didn't.

If only he cried harder, leaning into your touch and grasping the rails on the bed, so tightly his knuckles were a snow white. He couldn't do this. Watch you die. "I'm so sorry." He sobbed.

"No-" You cooed but you were cut off with his rapid and heart-wrenching apologies. "Matt, it's gonna be okay."

He looked up at you and your heart broke. His face was red and puffy, eyes watery and blue. "No it's not, you don't understand-"

"I do."

You stroked your thumb under his eye, soothing the purple and red hues. "It's okay."

Matt desperately shook his head under your touch. "No, no, no. I-I was gonna- w-we were supposed to have twins, o-one girl and one boy, and live in B-Boston near my brothers and get married, sweetheart we were going to get married." He cried, holding your hand. "Remember? W-With two dogs a-and Chris and Nick next door, and no we, we were gonna die together. Like that scene in the Notebook." He sobbed. "It was gonna be us together. It was always us together." He squeezed his eyes shut and cried into your hand, whispering sweet nothings about your future you won't get to have.

"I'm sure we're taller in another dimension.

You say we're small and not worth the mention.

You're tired of moving, your body's aching.

We could vacay there's places to go."

"White Ferrari. Had a good time."

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Yikes.... Lemme know if you guys down w a part 2 🤞

Thanks sm for the support <3

[spatterpus]

❝ 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤. ❞

[athousandbyeol]

and i'm coming home to you (so this time, let it be true). [tianwang fanfic]

don't close the door. i'm here. let me in.  it's open now. sheng wang hugs jiang tian tighter. you're here. sheng wang buries his face in the crook of jiang tian's neck. please, come in. "welcome home," jiang tian whispers. warm and inviting. sheng wang smiles.

or sometimes, home isn't a place, but a person. for sheng wang and jiang tian, it definitely is.

(special shout out to my best friend, soph @a-slut-for-vegaspete, @bookishforce and rain @tipsyjaehyun <3)

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